New York City Rats
Rotting eggs, fish, moldy pasta, and meat
Mixed with the odor of damp rodent fur.
The garbage in bags is lining the street.
New York is a city beyond compare.
The food that's thrown feeds a population,
Not for people, but for rats everywhere.
Well-fed and moving are these three million
Who run down sidewalks without any care.
The mayor has found a good solution-
Locked trash cans that keep the rodents from play.
When hunger pangs start in great profusion,
I want to make sure I am far away.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2023
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